I played Classic Hooky yesterday. Thought I'd spend the day putting in some Me Time. That led me to good ole Target. Where I bought me a juicer. Then I bought the following ingredients to juice:

Juiced them. Broke the juicer / Juicer broke on its own. Rinsed out juicer. Re-boxed juicer. Scotch-taped lid down because re-boxing is an impossible thing to do. Went back to Target to return juicer. Returned home. Ate a Celeste pizza for one. Felt like a queen.

Mama Celeste

Story's not over. Still had 2 bottles of juice left undrank. Drank them this morning before work. Got sick on the way to work. Almost vomited when I got to work. An hour before my performance review meeting with my supervisor. Meeting happened. Still feel sick. Filled with regret. And juice, because I never vomited.

Number One.) Working where I work. For a bunch of dysfunctionals at an adult nursery. (For a bunch of professors at a graduate school of education.)

Number Two.) Nope. That's it. I'm perfect otherwise.

I'll paint a picture for you, called, A Day in the Life at the Adult Nursery a.k.a. the Graduate School of Education.To my left, I hear, "Have you seen Tom Brady's house? I mean, who needs a house like that? He's so full of himself."

To my right, "My teenage son is smoking MARIJUANA!" Sobs and Cries. Repeats.

Right in front of me, a graduate student whom I'm very not attracted to, "So tell me about yourself." I answer, "I've worked here since...blah blah blah." He goes, "No, I mean, what about your social life?" I tell him, "I have friends." Later, he asks, "Are you engaged?" While pointing to the ring on my middle finger. I reply, "No. Have a great semester." He says, with confidence, "I'll be stopping by [absolutely unnecessarily] every so often."